Ricey - Hit Me Back Lyrics
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    Hit Me Back

    [Intro]
    We on that twenty-eighteen wave today, uh
    Ayy, ya dig, ayy
    Purps on the beat

    [Chorus]
    When that girl finally hit me back, I thought I would get in
    But the only reason she hit me back is 'cause I'm getting big
    And now I'm getting money, while her last man's pockets thin
    So I think, shorty, now you better off with him

    [Post-Chorus]
    Now I'm getting money, and she sees that I'm coming up
    Came from soaked cigarettes, now it's muddy all up in my cup
    Running up too fast, yeah, I feel like I'm Forrest Gump
    Ninety-three, the gas pump, Type-S, the Acura

    [Verse 1]
    (Uh) But I'm still driving fast, got one-fifty on the dash, and got your girl on my lap (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Want her back, she's so bad, got Chrome Hearts on the tag
    She so bad, she so bad, no, you can't have her back, no
    Got a .40 that'll do him if he talkin', uh (Yeah)
    I won't hesitate, I just pop him, uh (Yeah)
    I can't take that girl, she always talkin', uh (Yeah)
    But I don't really care 'cause I got options, yeah

    [Chorus]
    When that girl finally hit me back, I thought I would get in (Ya dig?)
    But the only reason she hit me back is 'cause I'm getting big (Ya dig?)
    And now I'm getting money while her last man's pockets thin (Ya dig?)
    So I think shorty, now you better off with him (Ya dig?)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Yeah, and now I'm getting money, and she sees that I'm coming up (She do)
    Came from soaked cigarettes, now it's muddy all up in my cup
    Running up too fast, yeah, I feel like I'm Forrest Gump (I am)
    Ninety-three, the gas pump, Type-S, the Acura

    [Verse 2]
    We Rollin' Loud, so she pour me a four
    And we got the money, and we need some more
    I keep making money, no stoppin' my flow
    And I got the lyrics, so I'ma keep goin' (Uh)
    Yeah, I'ma keep goin'
    And no one'll stop me, the .40'll do 'em
    Uh, the .40'll do 'em, uh, yeah, my girl'll shoot 'em
    Yeah, I know she got my back, and you best know she gettin' racks
    She's my addiction (Uh), every day, I'm trippin' (Yeah, yeah)
    I'm fiendin' for more love from her, I'm fiendin' for attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    'Cause I know I'll have an overdose if she goes missing (Yeah, yeah)
    Uh, she coming in like I could have it all
    But I decline her offer 'cause I know that we're bound to fall
    But now I'm making bands and I'm getting it all
    But she didn't want me back when my pockets small
    So I pass my new girl my jacket (Uh, yeah, yeah)
    And anything she wants, she could have it all (Uh-huh)
    And you know her last man was lackin' (Yeah)
    While she was pullin' all the racks in

    [Chorus]
    When that girl finally hit me back, I thought I would get in (Ya dig?)
    But the only reason she hit me back is 'cause I'm getting big (Ya dig?)
    And now I'm getting money while her last man's pockets thin (Ya dig?)
    So I think shorty, now you better off with him (Ya dig?)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Yeah, and now I'm getting money, and she sees that I'm coming up
    Came from soaked cigarettes, now it's muddy all up in my cup (Uh-huh)
    Running up too fast, yeah, I feel like I'm Forrest Gump (I am)
    Ninety-three, the gas pump, Type-S, the Acura

    [Outro]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Uh, ayy, yeah, uh-huh-oh

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